[ Oh, this man is... being nice? He looks distorted, but doesn't feel distorted, but all the same he seems to have his wits about him. He is not twisting under his own regrets. He is just, rather kindly, helping him to a bench to sit.

Koriel XIII lets out a breath as he feels the soreness in his body dissipate just a little as he's sat down. He's forgotten how much pain he's been in.

His brows stitch together as he takes in all the questions. It's been a long, long time since anyone's talked to him so much. He doesn't look happy about it, but at least he has a voice to reply, unlike his brother. ]

The tower... is not here. I do not hear it. That wailing... So I am not sure what happened. I am not more hurt than usual.

[ His words are stilted and rather flat, but at least he's decided to speak. A closer look at him will notice a small pair of metallic, artificial wings on his back. He has a coat that looks shabby and not terribly warm. His eyes appear to be twitching, just a bit.

This man, this Vash, is buzzing about like Alice would, though with less huffiness, so maybe for a moment he can accept the attention. ]

I do know. I could never forget.

[ It is his brother that forgets... everything important. Everything he should never have. Koriel XIII frowns and looks down at the ground. ]

You are also... lost... right?